The Devil She Knows
In a matter of minutes, I’ll walk down the aisle to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man known throughout the country and Europe for his family’s wealth, power, and status.
Even though the contract for our marriage was signed and sealed in blood before I was born, the idea of our union never felt arranged to me. Not with him.
Although I’m nineteen and Richard is nine years older than me, we’ve always been close, and I can’t wait to marry him.
Everything is perfect. But I’m nervous.
And it’s not the wedding or Richard making me feel this way.
It’s my nightmares.
They’ve gotten worse.
Seven months ago, when I started my Psychology degree at Raventhorn University, the hellish nightmares I experienced